Only He Can Calm Her Comments

She lies there like an unsettled feline waiting for her true love with built up anticipation, the eagerness that crawls through her skin, every hour she gazes at her watch counting the hours, a quiet madness rushes through her mind, giving her chills.

Her dark merlot wine spills.
She's not mad at him; no, she just longs to be with him to feel his breath upon her flesh to feel his heart next to hers, she has an uncontrollable hunger that only he knows how to satisfy. She can already taste him on her lips. She lies there flipping through the pages of her mind the last time they were together, remembering his satisfying kiss…
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